Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Scion,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Japan,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.